Just a Hamlet fanfic I wrote as a school assignment.

I sigh, looking up from the wet, ink-filled page. I've been working for about two hours now. The sun is setting and the room is filled with rose colored light. I get up and stretch, walking over to the window, with its shutters flung wide open. The city of Elsinore stretches out before me, glowing in the setting sun. I am in a very gloomy mood, due to the subject matter of what I am writing. I am almost done with it though: the biography of Hamlet, Prince of Denmark, and my best friend. It was Hamlet's dying wish that I tell his story, and therefore my life's work. My life's work to tell the truth. It has been ten years since he died, but I can remember it like yesterday. I can still hear the swords clashing, and see Hamlet dying in my arms. I can remember with almost equal clarity the day we first met. I was ten, and Hamlet was nine. My father had just moved to Elsinore after...